Chapter 18

Sheila's point of view

This is really bad.

Killian's angry eyes were on me, showing nothing but hate and utter disbelief.

I watched in confusion and horror as Mason approached Killian with the crossbow and arrow.

Killian's unfeeling eyes were on me again, after he inspected the arrow with the one in his hands.

"It's poisoned," he said, with hooded eyes.

"And those don't belong to me. It belongs to someone else. A man. He had his face covered, so I couldn't see his face properly. I walked in on him while he was shooting this—" I dragged on, my heartbeat skyrocketing when I noticed the incredulous look everyone seemed to be throwing my way.

They couldn't possibly think I would really murder Killian, right? I mean, with Thea, that might have been a possibility, but with Killian, I would never.

"Even though I couldn't see the face of whoever shot that, he had the crescent mark on his wrist," I finished, but Killian's cold gaze was fill